These Six Strings

These six strings These six strings Oh these six strings Controlling my fingers like a puppet master While the sound it expels is like an ongoing disaster But I’ve been told that I have potential In more places than these six strings Oh these six strings I’ve been told that they can take me around the world Playing songs to whomever ears the melody crawls into Becoming their new earworm for the night And take them over like a parasite But I am currently only a mushroom And my spores I keep to myself Until I am potent enough to become a shrome And take my listeners on a trip with a boom From these six strings Oh these six strings How they torture me so Bending my fingers in obscure positions Now I know why people say it’s hard to be a musician But I fight through the pain Through the fire and the flames I will become and remain A legend when it comes to these six strings Oh these six strings I’ve been told that you can win me the hearts of any female With these nails As they pluck melodic rhythms That beat in time with their middle organ Releasing them from the control of society Wanting me to explore their sexuality And that’s cool and all But I don’t want any to fall For me but one And she’s far from Being among the sum of the everyday girl Too bad she’s half way across the world Not really, but she might as well be Because she’s way too far away to hear my melody I play as I cry her name to the sky And I whale My tears and my guitar as well Until I am able to make up for that moment I failed To win you over With these silver six strings Or these white and black keys Or these brown wooden drum sticks I play all these to vent Out all my emotions that will fog my vision If I do not expel them from my body Like a student who won’t listen I swear I’m on a mission To make up for that night That you went to grab a bite And you were holding a rose I gave you over a fortnight And you asked me if it was me And I told you that you were right Then I left without a word So you could please your appetite Leaving me hungry For what feels like an eternity Because I did not feed you that which I buried deep inside of me A few spoons full of my words Accompanied by a collection of notes And chords from my six stringed guitar